I woke up under Daddies arms. His muscular limbs kept me secure in his grip. The alarm went off and, in the few weeks since he bought me home with him we'd established a routine of me getting up to turn it off so that I could make coffee and bring it too him for him to enjoy as my head bounces on his cock.
Today was no exception. Wiggling from beneath I rolled out, still covered in his crusty jizz from the night before. As usual I went through the motions and as I was servicing him I could hear Daddie growl, he twisted his torso to pick up the mug and stretched out his back. Once he'd taken his first sip he ruffled my hair and said deeply 'good boy'. My mouth was full but my heart glowed with pride at my pleasing him, little things like that made me love him all the more.
Then as usual we showered together, taking the time clean every crevice of one another's bodies, he would slap my ass as the water came over us and I would worship every bubble I made on his tight tanned skin. The best part was when we were done I dry him off readying him for anything.